Friday is indecisive. He can’t decide if he will be the best thing to happen to me or the worst.

Saturday has me forgetting I have homework due at 11:59PM. She’s telling me I have time.

Sunday says I’m out of time and I have nothing going for me. Meanwhile he’s the most terrifyingly anxiety ridden one of them all. Why do I believe every word he says?

Monday thinks she can protect me from myself. She loves me and tries to take good care of me.

Tuesday doesn’t know Monday and hopes that I remember to put on clean clothes. They know Sunday forgot to have me do laundry.

Wednesday isn’t really around often.

Thursday says I’m insane and that my dream is absolutely ridiculous.